Sunday, June 7, 2009
I have been dreading this day for the last two months;I even started rationing my nightly reading pages when I reached book four. Last night I settled down, turned on the Kings of Leon album (they are the unofficial Twilight soundtrack) and breezed through the final 80 pages. Now it feels like the day after Christmas, when all the excitement and anticipation is over and your left with an empty and slightly anxious feeling. It's hard to believe I wasted so long resisting the phenom that is Twilight. I guess I just assumed it was only for young girls and that if hysteria followed it the quality just wouldn't be there. I was wrong. This hysteria is like the one that followed The Beatles (quality) rather than The Jonas Brothers (less than stellar). There's a story there I think—better pitch it to the boss lady on Monday. Until then, I will be in mourning over the end of my Twilight era. What the heck am I supposed to read now?